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A Belated 28th Day post- July

Dear All,

I am embarrassed and I am contrite.

I have been away from here for so long that I even forgot to post something on the 28th day of July! Matters were not made any better by the fact that I was in Ghana when the post was due.

Anyway...here I am.

July went by so fast!

In the first week of July, I headed off to the fairly new districts of Nwoya and Amuru, in Northern Uganda on a fact finding mission leading up to a project my client was planning to roll out at the end of July. I have always loved the people from Northern Uganda. They are hospitable, clean and genuine (at least most of them) :)

Money was so scarce in my 'world' that I learnt exactly what it means to live within one's means. I am not complaining, though, for my new attitude to money has me sleeping better at night :)

There is a dead horse (remember this post?) I had continued to flog believing, somehow, that perhaps my perseverance would be the 'shot in the arm' that would resuscitate it. Well, my efforts were futile and having 'allowed', I gave the horse an honourable burial.

I did an interview and walked away sure I had the job, only not to get it. I was crushed for a few days :( Upon meditation, though, I acknowledged God's hand in my not getting the job for there was a decision which was hinged on my getting the job that, had I made it, would have been- I, dare say, fatal.

The Smartphone Age :)
I bought a smartphone :) Partly because my little brother had convinced me that clinging onto my basic phones was 'so not cool' but also because I was 'celebrating' the burial of the aforementioned horse :)

I reneged on my promise not to buy clothes or shoes till the end of the year and bought two lovely pairs of ballet shoes that have not left my feet all month :)

I went to Ghana for a two week long training on governance of oil, gas and mineral resources. I am cooking up a whole other blog post on my time there but in a word, I can say, it was A.W.E.S.O.M.E!!

I experienced pain No.10, I tell you :(
I dislocated my right knee and experienced some memorable pain. I am still nursing the knee and I hate how it has me doing things in slow motion :(

In all, I am looking forward to August and the promise it brings...I can briefly reveal that I may be 'in love' :) but I am interrogating this and will get back to y'all if anything comes of these proverbial butterflies in my belly :)

Happy New Month! :)

Comments

  1. So which smartphone are you using so I can do a mental picture? Kulikayo e Ghana. What did you bring for me?

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  2. @ Lydia, a Samsung with Android tech...you're laughing now, aren't you? :)...and as for bringing for you, maybe you will have a brother in-law soon? :) wink, wink...

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  3. Bugalo bugalo, I saw a Samsung Galaxy SIII and I was also drawn in, will be joining the club. Now let me riyo ululate for you. Can I be flowergal (am asking on my own behalf and not for your niece :D Coffee the next time we are in the same area code for sho.

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